The alien roar again vibrated the air and was closer this time. “Let go of the sword, Emma!” Then she could no longer draw in a breath. Emma heard Joan cry out, “Oh my God!” The garden faded and shifted. She shook him off as the air wavered, shimmering the marble sculpture. “I see you’ve located my sword, young lady.” Emma felt George’s hand on her shoulder as her finger grasped the edge of the sword’s hilt. She tore at the grass and roots, lifted handfuls of wet, dark soil. I can feel it.” Emma Dug frantically with her fingers. Emma, her voice muffled by a reverence brought on by the awe of discovery, said, “This is where the sword’s buried. Of course, Joan did not know the significance of what she read. Joan dropped to her knees and asked, “What’d you find?” Emma pointed to the small sign and watched as Joan read the words. A chill raced from the soles of her feet to the back of her scalp. Emma’s hands rested on the carved bare foot of the central figure. At the base, a plaque read: Between Yesterday and To-morrow, Edith Howland, and then, the poem. Using one hand, she guided the bent form of an elderly woman, her other arm wrapped around the shoulders of a young boy. I move as a prisoner caught, for behind me comes my shadow, and before me goes my thought. Emma must disarm an evil pirate’s spells by using his own Dragon Tooth Sword
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